rebellion

“@illhueminati: three word poetry” i should've known

can i trade my day for your night

i survive and the depression returns and i wonder if i will ever live

it's not destiny it's not fate it's a clock that's always a few minutes too late

you're wasting all your faith on me

he'll never stay they never do

trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

how in the midst of all this sorrow can so much hope and love endure

tale as old as time

31k tweets and nothing has changed

maybe language isn't a system of communication ( we understood each other before language) language is a system of manifestation

breaking news: i don't know what to do anymore

to shuffle back to a regret-curdled inward-looking yesterday

what doesn't kill you almost does

and here we wake up as brand new planets

I am fascinated with the concept of implied goodbyes